I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

Ernest took off the mask. Although the face under the mask was a little decadent, it looked very much like the Duke of Surrey.

"You..." The girl covered her mouth. For some reason, she felt a little sore in the corners of her eyes. Why did this stranger look so much like her father?

Ernest looked at the girl in a white dress in front of him. She had the same dimples on her face as her mother. He couldn't help but smile, "I'm your brother."

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"Gentlemen, would you like tobacco? New stuff from Malu Island." A man wearing a black tall hat walked up to Phil Gray and others and asked, lowering the brim of his hat and grinning.

"No, thank you." Phil Gray shook his head.

They were walking on a street in the capital of the Kingdom of Pune and had to find a hotel to stay in for a few days.

Although Patrick suggested that they go to the Duke's Mansion together, it was obviously an unwise choice to disturb their friends' family reunion at this time.

It was almost evening, but it was still very lively. Without the interference of religious forces, the area was full of secular atmosphere.

"Cousin, how about we play here for a few days?" Patrick looked at the crowds around him, the numerous shops, and all kinds of new things excitedly. The capital of the Kingdom of Puna was much better than their remote city of North.

Eli glanced at him and said, "You're still thinking about playing? Your cousin's level is higher than yours. If you don't think about how to improve your level quickly, you'll become a burden to us in a while."

Patrick was instantly struck down, and he murmured, "I also want to hear the words of God again, but this is not up to me to decide. Cousin, can you say a few good words for me in front of God?"

Phil Gray looked at him with amusement and said, "Okay, God of Destiny, please tell this guy named Patrick in front of me the motto for promotion to the Notable Level."

Eli smiled back.

Only Patrick stood there with his mouth slightly open.

"Okay, since we are favored by the God of Destiny, then fate has already arranged it. Sooner or later, you will reach the level of attention." Phil Gray touched his cousin's red fluffy hair and said with a smile.

"No...cousin, I just...really...heard it." Patrick stuttered, looking frightened.

"What?" Phil Gray didn't expect that his casual words would make Patrick hear a message.

"You're not lying to me!"

"How dare I lie to you? I've decided. I'm going to put a statue of you, my cousin, next to the statue of the God of Fate in this space!" Patrick jumped up happily, and then muttered to himself, "It seems a bit difficult to make 10,000 people who complain about and hate fate feel the blessing of fate."

"Take your time." Phil Gray wondered. Could it be that the God of Destiny was always watching him?

The gift of fate cannot be without a price. What does God’s favor require him to pay?

As he was thinking, he was distracted for a moment, until someone bumped into him. His physical fitness as a god-favored one made him stand still.

But the man fell to the ground.

Phil Gray woke up from his trance and reached out to the man lying on the ground, "Are you okay?"

He glanced at Phil Gray and the others in panic. Seeing that they were dressed gorgeously and looked like rich people, he said, "Sir, do you want to buy some tobacco? It's new from Malu Island. It's absolutely delicious."

Phil Gray pulled him up and was curious about why there were so many people selling tobacco here.

"No, we don't need it."

"Wait." Eli stopped the man from leaving, "Give me some."

"Okay." The man brushed the dust off his sleeves, took out a small black iron box from his coat pocket, and asked quietly, "Do you want to buy it? It only costs three gold coins. The reason for such a cheap price is that we have a direct supply channel over at Malu Island."

"It's so expensive, why buy it? God doesn't like believers who smell of tobacco." Patrick said disdainfully.

"Then, 2 gold coins?" The man looked anxious.

Eli casually gave him two gold coins, and he left with great gratitude.

"What are you buying it for?" Patrick asked curiously.

"I wonder what effect the flowers grown after adding tobacco ingredients will have?" Eli opened the iron box and sniffed it. It smelled really good, but there seemed to be a strange smell. He thought about it but couldn't remember what the smell was.

It can only be put away temporarily.

"Let's go in and book a room. Patrick, go to the Duke's Palace and deliver a note to tell Ernest where we are."

Their pace stopped.

Phil Gray looked at the relatively secluded hotel in front of him and felt somewhat satisfied.

He doesn't like too much noise.

After paying a week's rent, they moved into their second-floor apartment.

"Okay, I just thought about it. Those who are in a more miserable situation are very likely to be people who hate their fate. If I lend a helping hand to them and convey some of God's will to them, won't they feel the blessing of fate? That's for sure!" Patrick seemed to be still thinking about how to complete the Proverbs.

"Yeah, that's a good idea. You can try it, but don't forget to tell Ernest our location." Phil Gray looked at him, who seemed eager to try, and he didn't know whether he had heard what he said.

"Okay, don't worry, I'll go right away." Patrick patted his chest, went downstairs and left.

Phil Gray didn't have time to stop him and was about to tell him to have dinner before leaving.

"I don't know how Ernest is doing. He should have seen his father and sister. His sister was just born when he left. I wonder what he thinks of this brother who suddenly appeared?" Phil Gray smiled and shook his head.

"Yeah, he has a sister too." Eli said casually as he fiddled with the bottles and jars he had placed on the table.

"Also, Eli?"

"Well, when we get to the East Continent, I'll take you to meet my sister." Eli said, but Phil Gray found that his expression was not one of longing and joy, but a dull face with an indescribable emotion in it.

Is Eli's sister or his hometown in the East Continent? But there seem to be few people who believe in life there. It is a land of dawn, dreams and death.

He became somewhat curious about Eli's background.

After dinner, Phil Gray asked the owner to leave some food for Patrick.

It was late at night, he was sitting at the table reading a book, but he almost fell asleep with his chin in his hand. He yawned in a daze and looked at the clock hanging in the room. Hmm? Why is it so early in the morning?

It has been more than five hours since dinner time. Patrick just went to the Duke's Mansion, why hasn't he come back yet?